To Steal Time

“To Steal Time”
By Stacy Galore


Chapter 4: The First Time


Astoria and Pansy lifted their heads out of the pensieve together. Astoria sat hard on the floor, clutched her legs tightly against her body, and said, “I think I’m going to be sick.” Pansy crouched down and put her hand on her shoulder, which Astoria swat away with an angry glare. “You must have known,” Astoria accused in a low growl.

Pansy sat tentatively beside her and heaved a heavy sigh. “Not entirely.” Astoria continued to glare furiously at her friend, waiting for an explanation. “I know that Draco has his flings. But I honestly didn’t know about Theo. It’s quite as much of a shock to me as it is to you.”

“You don’t seem upset by it,” Astoria said with the same accusatory tone.

Pansy said with a hesitant quiver to her voice, trying to reassure her friend, “Tori, it’s not a big deal. It’s just a bit of experimentation.”

Astoria said with an outraged shriek, causing Pansy to flinch, “Not a big deal? Experimentation?! Pansy, your boyfriend was fucking my boyfriend’s mouth! I think they’ve gone well past experimentation!”

The swirl of emotions inside was overwhelming. She was way beyond the point of crying and instead seethed with anger and betrayal, clenching her fists tightly. Professor Snape entered the office from the study, no doubt roused by Astoria’s shouting. “Is there a problem, Miss Greengrass? Miss Parkinson?” he asked with a suspicious glance at each of them.

Astoria stood up and said, “No, sir.”

“Did the memory answer any questions for you?” he asked.

“Unfortunately, it only raised more questions, professor,” she replied.

“If the security of one of my students is at stake, then it is imperative that I know the contents of that memory,” stated Professor Snape authoritatively.

“It’s nothing sir,” she dismissed soberly. “Thank you for letting me use the pensieve, professor.”

“Remember, Miss Greengrass, and this goes for you too Miss Parkinson – Hogwarts is not as safe as it once was. And if anyone is threatening my students, I need to know about it, even if it is another student who is the aggressor.”

Astoria could have told Headmaster Snape everything and exposed her friends, particularly Draco. But she didn’t want to hurt Pansy like that, even though she was positively livid with her best friend. She simply nodded and turned to leave the office swiftly. Pansy followed behind her.

Before they exited, Snape called after them, “Miss Parkinson, if you’ve any time today, the bookshelves in my study need dusting again.”

“Of course, professor,” Pansy said jovially with a sassy grin that seemed much too informal to give the headmaster of their school. “I’ll be back later.”

Once outside the office, Astoria declared moodily, “I need a fag.”

“Can I join you? I’ll understand if you say no,” said Pansy.

“We need to talk,” Astoria said heavily.

Of course, the Slytherin royal court was presiding on the black leather sofa when the girls returned to the common room. Draco took his usual position, sprawled out on the couch, with Theodore in his usual spot on the floor in front of him, lounging on the fluffy, white bearskin rug. Theodore looked up as Astoria approached and asked sincerely with a tender smile, “Tori, where were you all morning? I missed you at breakfast.”

Astoria scowled and spat, “Don’t fucking talk to me,” as she tread heavily and swiftly passed them towards the girls’ dorms.

Theodore sat up with a jerk and a baffled look on his face. “Tori,” he whined after her, sounding annoyed.

Draco remained in his languid pose with a bemused smirk spreading across his pale face as his sharp, silver eyes followed Astoria’s angry glare all the way to the girls’ dormitory.

The girls entered the bathroom and Pansy ordered everyone out. Astoria pushed open the window and sat on the ledge then lit a cigarette for each of them. She inhaled deeply and blew out the smoke, watching it waft out the window. Then she turned to her friend sitting on the opposite side of the large window and said, “You’ve been lying to me.” Her voice was low and deceptively calm, but anger bubbled up inside her, threatening to spill over in a torrent of hateful words. But Astoria kept her cool. She knew that she needed answers out of Pansy and this was the only way she could get them.

“No, I haven’t, Astoria. I swear to Merlin,” she said honestly.

“You knew exactly what was going on and you didn’t say anything,” Astoria said, pointing her cigarette at Pansy before taking another drag.

“Tori, I didn’t know. Like I said before, I knew Draco has been with boys. He’s quite up front with me about that and I’m totally cool with it. But I had no idea he did anything with Theodore. He never told me.”

“So are you going to break up with him?” Astoria asked challengingly.

“No.”

“Why not? He lied to you. And he’s a sick motherfucker to boot. He tied up my boyfriend and gave him a blowjob. And furthermore, why do you still want to be with him if he’s gay?”

Astoria’s torrent overwhelmed Pansy, who didn’t know what issue to address first. “Tori, calm down and listen to me for a second.” She took a long drag from her cigarette and started again. “First of all, Draco isn’t gay. I can’t speak for Theo, but I suspect he isn’t either.”

Astoria rolled her eyes and huffed, “I don’t know, Pans. They both looked pretty fucking gay to me.”

“You’re so naïve, Tori. The world isn’t divided into black and white. Gay and straight. There’s a lot of grey area there. I’ve always understood that Draco is bisexual and we have an open relationship because of it.”

She scoffed, “Seems rather one-sided for an open relationship. Draco gets to sleep around with other boys while you wait patiently on the side.”

Pansy gave a small, knowing chuckle. “No, its not like that. Not at all. I’m allowed to have my flings too. But that story is for another time.”

“Fine. So our boyfriends are bisexual,” Astoria said it as if the word tasted awful on her tongue. “I don’t think I can ever be with Theodore again knowing he sucked another boy’s cock – ugh!” She shivered with disgust.

“You’re going to break up with him?” Pansy asked with surprise.

“Of course. It’s what your twisted, manipulative boyfriend wants me to do anyway. Why else would he give me that memory?”

Pansy suddenly turned quiet, pale, and sober. “I . . . I don’t know.”

“Pansy, now you’re being the naïve one. Don’t you see what’s happening? My memories have been stolen three times in the past few weeks. Draco stunned Theodore, stole his memory, and gave it to me. Who the fuck do you think has been stealing my memories?” Pansy flicked her cigarette out the window and slid off the window ledge then made her way towards the door. Her face was pinched into an angry glower, and she looked like she was about to cry. “Pansy, wait. Where are you going?”

“I don’t know,” she said, trying uselessly to hide back angry tears. “I can’t be around you right now.”

Astoria let Pansy go. There was no use badgering her anymore. She tossed her cigarette butt out the window and lit another one. As she chain-smoked, she thought about the implications of the returned memory. If Draco did this to Theodore, then he must have done something similar to her. But she had a sinking feeling that whatever he did to her was ten times worse, if the scars on her wrists and ankles were any indication. Pansy must have just realized it too. Which must be why she was so upset. Astoria once again felt numb – she should have felt a number of strong emotions including anger, betrayal, disgust, shock. But she felt surprisingly calm. It wasn’t just the cigarettes. It was the relief that she was finally beginning to understand what had been happening to her, and that she really wasn’t going mad. The reality of the awful details hadn’t quite sunk in yet. Part of her didn’t want them to because she had no idea how to handle it.

Theodore must have known all along. Why else would he adamantly refuse to acknowledge something dreadful was happening to Astoria? He knew all along and he denied it! He did nothing to stop it! How dare he profess his love for her while lying to protect Draco. That bastard! Astoria bolted angrily out the door and into the common room. She strode up to Theodore, who looked as if he was anticipating something scathing to come hurling out of Astoria’s mouth. He rose from the floor to take it like a man and no doubt to exert his control over her.

“You fucking coward!” Astoria exclaimed as she slapped Theodore across the face. He looked both shocked and irate as he grabbed her by the wrist to prevent her from hitting him again. Draco looked on from his languorous position on the couch with a smug grin on his face, on the verge of triumphant laughter. She shouted, disregarding the fact that the room was quite populated, “Why didn’t you just break up with me if you wanted to fuck Malfoy so badly?!”

The entire crowded common room stopped dead silent and jaws dropped. Theodore looked absolutely, demonically, livid. Draco sat up and smirked like a sadistic anarchist watching the chaos he created unfurl splendidly before him. Theodore let go of Astoria, turned around slowly, and glared at Draco, who did not break his amused countenance. With controlled fury, Theodore said, “What did you tell her?”

“I told her nothing,” Draco responded haughtily, but his mischievous grin said otherwise.

Astoria pulled the glass vial from her pocket and displayed it in her hand wordlessly. She didn’t have to say anything. Both Draco and Theodore knew what it was.

Still with a calm voice, quivering so slightly with rage, Theodore said to Draco, “I’m going to fucking murder you, Malfoy.” All the while, Draco smiled evilly. Theodore’s nostrils flared and his fist clenched then came down heavily on Draco’s chin. The common room inhabitants let out a collective “ooh!” Vincent and Gregory shot up from their seats to defend their leader, but Theodore was not deterred.

The impact threw Draco backwards into the couch. He rubbed his smarting jaw with his lithe fingers, but appeared otherwise unaffected. “That was harsh, Theodore. You never hit me in the face.”

Before Theodore could continue pounding on Draco, Astoria interjected with surprising authority,
“I need answers! Now! From both of you!”

From the self-satisfied smirk on Draco’s face, this must have been exactly what he wanted. He stood up and said, “Very well. I do believe some privacy is in order unless,” he glanced provocatively at Theodore and raised an eyebrow, “you want this to play out publicly. You are a drama queen after all, Theodore.”

Theodore was so fuming with contained rage that smoke could have come out of his ears. “You’re asking for a thorough thrashing, Malfoy.” He looked ready to unleash violence upon Draco, and the blonde boy reveled in the fury he solicited.

Draco replied presumptuously, “Save your wrath for the bedroom, darling. Right now your girlfriend wants an explanation,” which did nothing to quiet Theodore’s temper.

They went to the boys’ dorms and into the room that Theodore and Draco shared with Blaise, Vincent, and Gregory. Luckily, it was empty. As soon as the door closed, Astoria unleashed her anger upon her boyfriend, shaking her finger at him. “You knew all along. You knew Draco was doing this to me. Didn’t you?”

“Darling, I swear to you, I was only trying to protect you,” Theodore insisted tenderly.

“Bollocks! You were protecting him.” Astoria’s eyes shot daggers at Draco, who sat casually on his bed.

“Tori, that’s ridiculous, I was,”

Astoria cut off Theodore and asked, “Do you love him?” with a finger pointed reproachfully at Draco and her other hand on her hip.

Theodore froze as all the blood drained from his face, rendering his already-pale cheeks sallow. He began meekly, “Astoria, don’t be silly, you know I,”

“Do . . .you . . . love . . . him?” she repeated, annunciating the worlds sharply.

“Darling, you should know the answer to that, I,”

“Fine. Don’t give me a straight answer. Tell me this though. How many times were you with Malfoy?” she interrogated.

Theodore shifted his stance uncomfortably and rubbed his forehead as if it hurt him to think about it, sighing, “I don’t know.”

“Give me a rough estimate,” she demanded.

“Tell her or I will. In lurid detail,” said Draco tauntingly.

“Five,” Theodore whispered with his face still buried in his hand, “that I’m aware of.” He looked up and glared at Draco. “Before that, I don’t know, because he took my memories.”

Astoria was unprepared for the blunt fact that her boyfriend had been with another boy so many times. Just knowing and witnessing it once was enough to break her heart. Knowing all the details would probably kill her, but she asked anyway. “Did you have sex with him?”

“Not that I am aware of,” Theodore answered, still glaring angrily at Draco.

“When was the last time you were with him?” she probed.

He admitted, “About six months ago, as far as I know.”

The fact that this was recent history made Astoria absolutely ill, still she questioned on. “Does he force you to do it?”

Theodore looked down with disgrace and shook his head to answer negatively. “Not anymore.”

She was crying now, unable to control herself any longer. “I can’t even stand to look at you right now. You make sick.” Theodore appeared to be on the verge of shameful tears himself. Astoria was filled with jealousy and resentment, and knew it was exactly what Draco wanted. He watched them with cruel pleasure as a relationship that had been building for years, one that held such promise, unraveled and crumbled in a matter of minutes.

Astoria turned to Draco and approached him, her brow furrowed, her cheeks wet with tears, and her hands clenched. He looked up at the ceiling and crossed his arms, arrogantly refusing to meet her eyes. She grabbed his pointed chin with her hand and forced him to face her. “Look at me, damn it. Tell me what you did to me.” His icy grey stare met her silver-blue eyes and she immediately understood why they never looked directly at one-another. It was dangerously electrifying.

“Why tell you when I can show you?” Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked lasciviously. He slid off the bed and stood before Astoria. She stepped back with anticipation and reached into her pocket for her wand.

He snorted, “I don’t mean like that Greengrass. You can put your wand away.” He crouched down at her feet then extended his arm beneath his bed. He pulled out a wooden box with ornate, mother-of-pearl inlay and a large alabaster bowl. He then took both heavy items, one under each arm, and placed them on his desk beside the bed. He opened the box, and within it were about a dozen glass vials with shimmering liquid inside, each with a white ribbon tied around it. He picked one up and read the inscription on the ribbon then leered knowingly. “That was a good one. But not the one I want to show you. I’m assuming you want to see them in chronological order.” He replaced the vial in the box and delicately went through all the stolen memories until he found what he was looking for. “Here it is. The very first time.” Draco held it up reverently and let the sun catch the sparkly liquid. He then poured it out into the bowl, which was apparently a miniature pensieve, large enough for only one viewer. Astoria stood still, unsure of what she should do. She certainly wanted answers, but was not expecting Draco to be this forthcoming. Furthermore, she was a bit frightened by what she was about to see, if it was anything like Theodore’s memory. Reluctantly, she sat at the desk and put her face in the pensieve.

Astoria opened her eyes and met moonlight shining through a skylight on the ceiling. The smell of stale sweat, grass, and dust was in the air. She looked to her right and saw green and silver sporting robes in wooden cubbies. She looked to her left and saw brooms hanging on the wall. From this, she deduced that she was in the Slytherin qudditch locker rooms, but had no idea why. The last thing she remembered was running back to the dorms from the library, which felt like a fraction of a second ago. She went to sit up and found that she was lying on a long, low wooden bench with her hands tied behind her beneath the seat. Her legs were planted on the floor on either side of the bench and her ankles were tethered together. A rush of panic flooded her body, chilling her with cold sweat. She pulled her arms and her legs, trying to move out of her position, but she was tied in such a way that prevented her from doing so.

“Help!” she shouted, her voice echoing hopelessly in the deserted room. “Is anybody there?” Dead silence. “Accio wand!” she incanted. Nothing. Silence prevailed for a terrifyingly long minute, then came the distant sound of footsteps on the tile floor from behind her. She could not turn to see who was there. “Help! Please! I’m in here! I’m tied up! Help me, please!” she pleaded. The footsteps stopped. Silence. Then the sound began to approach her. The fact that this sound was not accompanied by a voice was quite ominous, and she immediately regretted drawing attention to herself. She shook with fear as the sound came closer and closer. The unseen person’s stride was slow and menacing as it reverberated off the ceramic floor and the vaulted ceiling. Astoria froze and held her breath as the sound reached within inches of her and stopped. She arched her head back, trying to see who was behind her, but couldn’t. “What do you want?” she asked with a quivering voice, the taste of adrenaline-tinged terror on her tongue.

Two slow steps brought the upside-down face of the approaching menace to meet hers. She gazed up at the pale, emotionless, marble-like countenance of Draco Malfoy. For a second, she hoped that his presence was coincidental and that his intentions were benevolent. “Malfoy, thank Merlin you found me,” she said with fear, still in her voice. “Help me, please.”

The fact that he said nothing indicated that he was not just there by chance and that his intentions were far from benevolent. He strode to the side of the bench where she could see him properly. He swooped his robe behind him and lifted his leg to then rest on the floor on the other side of the bench, straddling Astoria in a standing position. Draco’s eyes were cold and grey, and fixed upon her, as he stood silently regarding the girl with an unreadable expression on his face.

“OK, Draco. Real funny. Jokes over, now untie me,” she said, feebly attempting to will the situation into something lighter. The boy’s silence just terrified her even more.

He stood over her for a tense minute doing absolutely nothing but staring, yet his presence and his dominant stance over her petrified Astoria. She was breathing heavily and sweating, tugging uselessly on the ropes that bound her. Her bindings were digging into her cold, wet, skin, rubbing them raw. Finally Draco moved. He took off his robe in a single, slow, fluid movement and let it cascade to the floor, all the while still glaring at her. He lifted the bottom of his sweater to reveal a conspicuous bulge in his trousers then unbuckled his belt. As he undid the buttons and zipper at a snail’s pace, his countenance began to change. He furrowed his brow. His breathing quickened. His eyes were ablaze with contemptuous desire.

“Please don’t,” Astoria whispered as she shook her head slowly, tears beginning to well up in her eyes, blurring her vision. She blinked and let the tears fall down her temples, pooling in her ear.

Draco slid his hand into his trousers, pulled out his erection, and grasped it at its base. He never closed his eyes nor averted his gaze as he slowly moved his hand up the length of his organ. This was quite revolting to Astoria for many reasons. First, this was Draco Malfoy, the bratty boy who regarded her as trash. Second, this was her best friend’s boyfriend – how utterly creepy. Third, and most evidently disgusting, he was wanking himself while she was forced to watch. Yet Astoria found that she could not look away from the vulgar sight before her. Draco’s throbbing cock commanded her attention. He smoothed its reddened, blood-filled head with his thumb, catching the pearly bead of wetness from the slit, and than glided his hand back down to the base, pulling back his foreskin as he did so. As she watched him stroke his cock with calculatingly slow movements, her horror melted into shameful, rapt, fascination. Astoria was absolutely disgusted with herself. She was ashamed of the desire growing inside her, despite the voice of reason telling her how very wrong this was on multiple levels. The ropes dug painfully into her wrists as she pulled them taught, straining to be free, aching to touch.

Draco quickened his manipulations and panted erratically, though softly. His ripe, slightly opened mouth momentarily took Astoria’s attention away from his cock, as he bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes. She let out a pained groan as she fought the desire to take those lips into her own mouth and taste them. “Oh, god. No.”

Then he stopped. His eyes flashed open, scorching her with disdain. He bent forward, holding Astoria’s gaze with his own, and began to unbutton her blouse. Astoria could feel his lithe fingers through her shirt as he worked it open. She silently cursed herself for wanting the cloth to disappear. She writhed and protested, unwilling to find out what sensations he would elicit if he actually touched her bare skin. But he never did touch her. Draco continued to stare her down with a mixture of spite, condescension, and lust as he righted himself and resumed stroking his cock with fervor. And, again, Astoria couldn’t help but watch avidly. He bent at the knee to bring his raging erection towards her and she fleetingly hoped he would put it in her mouth. “Don’t,” she groaned without much protest behind her quivering voice. He stopped at her chest and shot streams of hot, white, glistening semen onto her fair skin as he moaned in a restrained whisper.

Draco stood up straight and smirked at Astoria as he put his softening organ away. He lifted his leg over her and straightened his clothing. He showed no indication that he was going to untie her. He picked up his robe from the floor and dusted it off. Oh, god, he was going to leave her like this. How humiliating. She’d be found the next morning with her shirt open and Draco’s seed crusted on her chest. Draco put on his robe and smoothed it into place.

“You can’t fucking leave me like this! Untie me, Malfoy!” she demanded hysterically as tears threatened to come flooding back.

Draco stood at her side, the smirk still plastered on his triumphantly post-orgasmic countenance. He straddled her again, this time leaning forward to rest his body over hers, his hands on either side of her hips supporting his weight. Astoria drew in a breath and held it. His smirk changed to a wicked smile and his eyes sparkled deviously, demanding her attention. He looked like a prowling tiger, about to rip the throat out of his prey. His movements were so deliberate and drawn out, as if he were performing for her. Draco brought his chin to hover closely above Astoria’s chest. He parted his lips and let his tongue slip out, then slowly licked the ribbon of semen just below her collar bone, drawing the sticky mess into his mouth. He closed his eyes, inhaled slowly, and swallowed, savoring his own essence as if it were nectar of the gods. What should have sickened Astoria did quite the opposite. It was the most sensual thing she’d ever witnessed and she had to bite her own tongue to keep from begging Draco to lick her clean. Still, it was so wrong. So very, very wrong. “Stop,” she whimpered feebly. Astoria didn’t have to beg. Draco came back down to leisurely lick the dollop of come that rested between her small breasts, letting his mouth linger on her skin, his hot breath and fleshy tongue making her nerves unravel. She let out a shivering sigh despite herself. Astoria didn’t think it was possible for somebody to fuck her with his eyes or make her orgasm with one touch, but Draco had just ravaged her relentlessly with his silver stare and brought her so close to climaxing with a single kiss.